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He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “If I don’t get you home immediately, I’m going to fuck you right here on this bar, and I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

I blink, pressing my legs together at the thought of his naughty words. “Oh.”

“Damn right, oh,” he says, striding toward the door and tugging me behind him. Outside, he raises his arm in the air toward the line of cabs outside the brewery, and before I can blink, I’m skidding across the back seat with a very large, very turned-on hockey player pressed against my side.

CHAPTER 16

GUNNAR

“Holy shit,you’re Gunnar Stag from the Fury.” Our driver is turned around, staring instead of racing up Smallman Street toward my apartment.

I nod, draping an arm around my wife and grabbing a handful of boob when she presses against my side. “I am. And I’d love you to drive me home. Please.” I flash him a grin, and he keeps shaking his head.

“I never got a pro athlete as a fare before. This is so great.”

I drag a hand through my hair, anxious about being stuck here for another hour making small talk, but Emerson steps in to save the situation. She leans forward. “Do you want to give me your phone and I’ll take a quick pic of you two? Really quick before we get moving?”

The guy beams, pulling out his phone and fiddling around in his hurry to unlock the screen. I scoot forward and give a thumbs up as Emerson leans back to get us both in the shot. “Perfect,” she says, handing the driver his phone.

“My kids are never gonna believe this. I should call them right now and tell them Gunnar Stag is in my cab.”

I’m about to leap out and just walk home, but Emerson smiles. “We would be so grateful if you could get us home. Gunnar is exhausted from his win tonight.”

The guys’ brows shoot up. “Yeah! Of course. At your service.” And he gives her a wink before zipping out onto the street.

I kiss her on the cheek, relieved that she soothed the fan without pissing anyone off. Usually, I’m good with this sort of thing, but college hockey fans aren’t nearly as wild as the pros, and I’m in a pretty thick fog of pheromones here with Emerson in a Stag jersey, making sex faces.

The driver continues to talk about hockey, rattling off stats about our team and our upcoming opponents. I could be back here making out, but I know it’s in my best interest to listen. I try to grunt at the appropriate times, and thankfully, the ride is pretty quick. Before I know it, my wife is tugging me out of the back seat and looking like she’s about to pay the driver.

I growl at her as I reach for my wallet and hand the guy a hefty tip before slamming the door and scooping Emerson into my arms. “You know I love opening the door for you, Salty. Were you about to pay that cab driver yourself?”

She grins. “Is that so terrible? You’ve been paying for everything, and I have hardly left the apartment.”

I roll my eyes and pull her close, kissing the top of her head. “The whole reason you’re here is because of me. And it feels better if I’m being good to you.”

“Mmm.” She hums and looks up at me, then bites her lip. I’m not drunk on alcohol, but the rush of hormones flooding through me makes it feel like I’m halfway blitzed on Emerson alone. “You want to be good to me?” She traces shapes on my chest with her fingertip. I nod, palms on her ass now. She has the most perfect ass and I love how it feels cupped in my hands. Her voice is low, barely perceptible. “I looked up the pearl necklace…”

I’m instantly hard, panting at the thought of doing something so dirty, so primal with this woman. “You did?”

She nods. “I think you should give me one.”

I cannot explain how we get to the apartment. I don’t know which of us unlocks the door or slams it shut behind us. All I know is we are splayed across Emerson’s bed because it’s the closest one to the door, and I’m nestled between her thighs with my tongue in her hot little mouth. My dick is so hard I’m worried it will rip through both our pairs of pants. Actually, that wouldn’t be a bad thing because then it would be touching her silky skin.

“Salty, you really want to do that? Do you want me to come all over that pretty neck?” I lick along her throat to illustrate my intentions.

“God, Gunnar, yes. Please. I want to see you come.” Her legs wrap around me, insistent, pulling me against her center where she’s hot and soft. I can’t believe she wants me to be a jeweler for her.

“I gotta get you there first, Salty. I’m going to eat that perfect pussy again until you’re screaming my name. But then you have to tell me if you want to drop to your knees on the floor for me or if you want me to fuck your tits until I make a mess of you in this bed.”

The words falling out of my mouth are obscene, but it seems to drive Emerson wild because the more I talk, the more she moans and rubs herself against the hard ridge in my pants. Her hands move to my waist, fumbling with snaps and zippers. I pull back from her just enough to rip her clothes off, and I grunt appreciatively when I see her naked.

“You are so incredible, Emerson. God, look at you. Just look at you.” I drag my palms down her nipples, and she moans. Inip at the skin of her rounded belly, nudge at her thighs with my nose.

“I want you naked, Gunnar. I want to feel you.” Her eyes flash in the dim light as she grabs at my shirt and tugs. I let her pull it off over my head before I dive back down to get my mouth on hers. She rips open my pants and grabs my cock while biting my lip and I realize I’ve somehow unlocked a wild, horny layer of Emerson’s personality.

“Salty,” I whisper against her mouth. “You’re desperate for it.”

She nods. “You make me this way. I keep thinking about you doing those stretches on the ice.”

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